Chapter 1264: British King's Palace
Thirty kilometers south of Hanover, Hildesheim.
Listening to the soldiers around him sing The Song of Departure, Gaayar turned excitedly to Lefebvre. "The English were really arrogant in the Netherlands a few years ago. Once, I nearly got hit by a cannonball.
"Back then, I told those Englishmen across from us, 'Hey, you dog bastards, I'll burn down your King's palace one day'... Ahem, forgive my rudeness.
"I never thought my wish would come true so soon. Ha ha."
Well, before George I became King of England, he had lived in Hanover's Leine Palace. So it was not wrong to call this the British King's palace.
Lefebvre replied calmly, "You are rather easily satisfied."
"Satisfied? Of course I am. Otherwise, could we go and burn down St. James's Palace?"
"You could certainly make a wish like that." Lefebvre glanced westward. "Our Crown Prince possesses ambitions grander than you can imagine.
"Oh, apologies. I forgot that you belong to the Walloon Territorial Army, so you may not be able to take part in an operation across the sea."
Hot blood surged into Gaayar's head. He hurriedly grabbed Lefebvre and pleaded, "When the time comes, you must find a way to transfer me into the Expeditionary Force. We are the best of friends, aren't we?"
Lefebvre smiled and nodded. "I will give it a try. If you can earn a medal in Hanover this time, I think the chances will be better."
"Fine, then let me lead the main assault!"
As Gaayar thumped his chest, a military surgeon rode up from behind. He gave the two men a slight bow, then took out a small paper packet and handed it to the attendant beside them. "This is Potassium Iodide. Have the general take one-tenth of it every